Swimming In Miami

I'm alone above the atmosphereAnd no one looking up can find me hereCause I can close my eyes, and disappearWhen I climb the stairs to watch the sunAbove station walls, the colors runTo fill the swimming pool when I am doneI am the captain of an oil tanker that travels through your veinsWhen the satellites hang all aroundAnd I can hear the lovely soundWhen all the engines of the back room die downAll the airships move across the skyAnd my equipment just keeps standing byThe planets glow and intensifyI am the pilot of a cargo airplane that travels through your veinsWhen you are lying half asleep in your roomUnaware if it is midnight or afternoonBecause the water doesn't flood the stairwellIt could be raining but you can never tellIf you're alone in this awful downpourThen struggle free and paddle out the cellar doorIn the evening night the boulevardConceals the night in disregardFor all the workers in a west coast ship yardWhen I rearrange the silverwareAnd re-install the lights and captain's chairI'll lift the ceiling off to breathe the ocean airI am the engineer of forty freight trains that travels through your veinsWhen you are lying half asleep in your roomUnaware if it is midnight or afternoonBecause the water doesn't flood the stairwellIt could be raining but you can never tellIf you're awake in this awful downpourThen struggle free and paddle out the cellar doorWhen you are swimming in Miami at nightAnd all around you are the traffic and city lights.